The Missing Half: How I Found My Father Through DNA Testing

For some of us, finding our roots isn’t easy.

Meeting your parent for the first time as an adult is kind of like having a baby in reverse: suddenly, you have another person in the world who looks just like you.

In the months before I contacted my dad to alert him of my existence, I’d begun paying attention to the birds that frequented my backyard garden.

By that time, my husband and I had lived in our 1920's butter-yellow house in Seattle for a few years already, but…